Verdigris Ravine and the rest hope for a shoulder

an expression of relief softened the hard bite of zoug's singular crystal eye. qiao's reassurance her guesswork was correct came in that visible shift -- even the cloak of ruthless red to his cheeks seemed to relent in their glaring.

wolves are everywhere. they will come and go. qiao understood only a segment of the hunter's hurried speech. do they scare you?

perhaps his fangs had crossed with his wolven brethren, and that was how he'd lost an eye.